camp something lost and never seen ⋆⁺₊⋆ bad mood (RTA)

[Wormwatcher]

Wormwatcher's moods have been more irregular than usual, his irritability pronounced in the way in which his tail whips back and forward as though hurricane winds tear at it. A headache pulses at his temples, throbbing pain sends pulses of light through his vision- multicolored arcs that block his peripheral vision. He paces, the pain is manageable without the need of Starlingheart (he would rather not take from the herb supply) but he was unable to tend to any duties. The feeling of uselessness combined with the pain of the migraine makes him feel much worse. He could visit Maggotfur but would rather not bother Maggotfur, sequestered in the medicine den with mewling kits- besides, the sight of those kits send pangs of nausea through him.

Back and forward, Wormwatcher paces with his eyelids half-closed. The path he paces is well trodden, a slight figure eight shape. It is clear he is not in any mood to speak, he has isolated himself for a purpose; Wormwatcher does not like his bitter outbursts and knows the throbbing threatens to bubble forward in the form of a verbal lashing. He chews on his bottom lip and hangs his head as he continues his silent spiraling and is just about to surrender and head to the Medicine den when a feline knocks into him. It was honestly just a mistake, the tom thought this immediately but a low growl emerges from his maw anyways. He blinks rapidly, emerging from his pained daze.

He shakes his angular head and backs away from the clanmate who had knocked into himself. Or had he walked into them? Now Wormwatcher could not be sure... "Watch where you're going!" He snaps daftly, nose wrinkling. His bat-like ears flatten halfway and surprisingly he does not say much more, just stares down at the clanmate he wishes he could chastise some more. Wormwatcher only mutters, "Leave me alone."

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• ooc– wormwatcher's in an overall bad mood and isn't dealing with it well! feel free to have your oc be the one who bumps into him/ gets ran into by him!
  
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  WORMWATCHER —— black/blue chimera with low white
  —— shadowclan warrior
  —— he/him ⋆ homosexual (closeted)
  —— 30 moons ⋆ ages every 10th

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[BUZZARDKIT.]

I SAW A PHOTO, YOU LOOK JOYOUS​

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buzzardkit is somewhat innocent to the way the world works. even when she is blunt and very forthcoming, she does not get when cats act different, or stars forbid, are rude to her. in a way, she doesn't care. why would she? she can be rude right back. she would be rude right back. the only feelings she's ever really cared about is that of her siblings. even her own get pushed aside the the grand scheme of things, and yet... this feels different. this is different. she isn't looking where she is going, she doesn't care to. she's on a mission. there is something flying in the air, a feather or something– she doesn't really know– and she wants it for her nest. she wants to know what it is. she needs to know what it is.

he doesn't expect to bump into anyone, let alone wormwatcher, and he definitely doesn't expect to hear the growl from the tom. his wide eyes and neutral face only scrunches in dull confusion. wormwatcher? this was him, right? so why is he talking to buzzardkit like this? he never talks to him like this. he doesn't like it. he hates it. he hates him. why does this feel this way, why does he feel so... hurt? it's a dull ache he can't pinpoint but it makes his normally poined ears pin backward.

"i w...as. why are y...ou being m...ean to me?"

there is a bite in their tone as their tail tucks beside them. instinctively, they take a step back and their teeth bare though their face does not twist in one direction or the other. somehow, even with ivories showing, their face was painfully neutral.

"don't like you. g...ive me the f...eather back. only for friends. you're not friend. you're mean."

it seems to be a bit hypocritical. it can be mean but others cannot. but can it be blamed? it's a kit. it knows not to do better.
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[Puddlekit..]

Hardships may have marked this litter upon birth, unfortunate circumstances surrounding the beginning of upbringing. Hungry, cold and drenched, things have been better since then. Puddlekit barely remembers her time in Carrionplace, she does remember that pang of hunger and the chill of the cold. No hardship has really befallen Puddlekit since that time in Carrionplace, much less she has never faced the wrath of another cat. The concept of an adult being upset at a kit is foreign to her. Puddlekit sits and she watches, studying those around her, rustic keen eyes intake every detail surrounding her. How the cats interact with one another, how the kits play, how Buzzardkit dutifully chases after something flying in the air.

It collides with Wormwatcher and she is quick to push herself up from where she sat to pace towards the pair. He snaps at him, like a viper in those stories she hears about in the nursery, venomous and viscous. “Don’t talk to them like that” She snaps back, ears flattening as she approaches. The chimera doesn’t rise her voice to a yell but it’s firm and cold, threatening to freeze the ground around them like the first leaf-bear that she will experience. In reality this is not because she feels bad for Buzzardkit, she struggles to register that her littermate is upset at all. Body language clearly shows that, this she knows and yet she can’t really understand why that it could be upsetting.

Irritating, she doesn’t know the word nor understand this but it sparks up within her, that she could understand her sister having. Deep down she held satisfication, glad to know that she was right in not liking Wormwatcher, she wouldn't dare gloat that towards her sibling. “Buzzardkit is too nice for you, you’re just a mean butt-sniffer!” That’s the worst insult her mind can come up with, but her meow carries the weight of a much worse insult. Her tiny tail washes, whip-like in mannerisms as she moves closer to be within the warriors personal space. It’s ironic that she’s upset about others being mean but this doesn’t register with her at all. No other words are exchanged but she cranes her neck up to glare, trying to craft another insult for daring to upset it like that. Puddlekit didn't understand why she was so mad about this but she hated this feeling and wanted it to stop, maybe yelling at the tom would fix it?

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• PUDDLEKIT || She/her, kit of ShadowClan, 3 moons
  ♡ A short haired fawn rosette tabby and black rosette tabby chimera with copper eyes. Always seems to be judgmental.
  ♡ Adopted child of Moltface || Littermate to Runningkit, Cloudkit, Buzzardkit, and Nightkit.
  ♡ Penned by Juice || message on discord (Ouijeejuice) for plots!
  ♡ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking.
  

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[Willowburn]

THE GODS CAN KNEEL ⋆⁺₊⋆
"Being mean to kits? Now that is a new low." Willowburn remarked as he sauntered his way closer after hearing the growls and remarks being said. So much for enjoying his down time, why couldn't everyone just get along. Instinctively the tom aimed to place himself between Wormwatcher and the kits, if anything to shield them from any further ire that came from the warrior.

The fluffy tom offered up a friendly smile towards Buzzardkit and Puddlekit in an attempt to reassure them that things were under control. "Wormwatcher, I think you owe Buzzardkit an apology." Willowburn might have been still smiling warmly, but the way that his eyes narrowed conveyed that he would respond dangerously if provoked. "It is probably best that you two play elsewhere in the camp. I might even share a story or two later, how does that sound?"

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[RAINBOWKIT]

✦ — The voices outside of the medicine den cause the ears of Rainbowkit to twitch as he lifts his head from where he had been snuggled beside his mother and he can't help but scowl wondering who had woke him up from his nap. He stretches out his front paws as he rises slowly knowing if they kept up with all that noise they would end up waking his littermates and his mama so as the tomkit of the den, he takes a few clumsy steps forward only to peek his head out to see that two warriors and two kittens stood there. He had arrived just in time to hear Puddlekit addressing Wormwatcher as a butt-sniffer and he had no idea what it meant but it made him want to giggle but given how rosette tabby seemed rather upset. He could somewhat make out that being called a butt-sniffer likely wasn't a nice thing at all but little Rainbowkit didn't care as he slipped out from the medicine den and hissed at Wormwatcher without hesitation "Yeah! Be QUIET, BUTT-SNIFFER!" Surely, that would be enough to silence the chimera tom and he would let his mama get her rest.

Willowburn offers to tell the pair of kittens a story and his much too large ears angle forward with curiosity, he tries to crane his neck to stare up at the giants only to fall over with a quiet oof. His earthy pupils focused on his front paws noting that he has several little toes and ponders why everyone only has a few, they must've been born weird and wrong but he doesn't dwell on the thought for long still interested at the chance of a story. "Me too!" Rainbowkit pipes out as he lifts to his chubby kitten limbs and tilting his head to the side to get a better glimpse of Willowburn, "I want a... story!" His snout can't help but wrinkle as the warrior tells Puddlekit and Buzzardkit to play elsewhere but why couldn't Wormwatcher go away? He's the one who began shouting!

Rainbowkit stumbles back to stand in front of the medicine den entrance as he glares at Wormwatcher trying to get the tabbied warrior to leave before he woke up Maggotfur, the bicolored tomkit peels his lips back briefly to show his needle-like teeth in a super intimidating way. "Away! Away!" He begins to squeak at the older tomcat and his little pelt prickles in every direction.

AM I A TOY TO YOU, MY LOVE? ✦ JUST A THING TO PLAY AND THEN THROW AWAY

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  ✦ a unruly furred black and white tomkit with brown eyes & low white
  ✦ rainbowkit, despite his vibrant name, is anything but he tends to come off as dull or boring to those around him since he's moreso fixed on absorbing any knowledge offered to him. he won't entertain kit games and if he continues to be pressured into playing them, he isn't afraid to swat away his denmates with his six-toed paws and sharp words; all his opinions are IC only.
  ✦ 1 moon old; ages the 8th every month
  ✦ sexuality unknown; too young to consider love
  ✦ child of snakehiss and maggotfur
  ✦ brother to ivorykit and cornflowerkit
  ✦ semi-hard to befriend due to how stiff/standoffish he is ; stubborn/will pick fights if he sees necessary
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[Gigglepaw]

Gigglepaw is attracted to the scene by a cacophony of voices near the medicine cat's den. She'd been a little - well, she thought so - annoying around her aunt Starlingheart when she had been a kit, begging for another taste of the elusive gem that was honey, but she hadn't expected that so many adults would be involved in causing a ruckus just outside of her aunt and cousin's den. Tail perked high in curiosity, Gigglepaw managed to capture the gist of the conflict that was going on, and she padded over to Wormwatcher, offering him a bright smile.

"What's got your tail in a twist, huh?" She teased, a combination laugh-purr leaving her mouth as she finished her question. Willowburn seemed to have the situation with the kits under control, having promised them a story, so she thought she might try her paw at helping Wormwatcher relax - even if a part of her wanted to hear a story too... but no! She was an apprentice now, and her duties meant that she should try and help find peace between Clanmates when she could.

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• GIGGLEPAW ✩ apprentice of shadowclan, six moons
  → blinks incessantly & uncontrollably.
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.
  

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[MIRESTAR]

Wormwatcher's bad mood is evident in the lashing of his tail and incessant circling. It is in Mirepurr's best interest not to approach — they like to try and cheer up those with a frown on their faces, but it is necessary for them to know how to pick their battles. Success is satisfying... but failure only serves to make a sour attitude even worse. They only spare Wormwatcher an occasional glance as they busy themself around camp.

Kitten cries alerts them; always does, even if the reasoning often turns out to be nothing serious. Quarrels, disagreements... an every-day occurrence in the nursery. Is Maggotfur faring well within that new environment? Starlingheart definitely does, as she tends to ShadowClan's newest.

"Butt-sniffing... again?" Mirepurr purrs in amusement upon hearing Rainbowkit's cries of outrage. It is crazy how fast these sorts of terms start being used by kits.

Pacifying the situation does not prove to be as easy when the offending party is already frustrated, and his opponents only squeak their displeasures. Willowburn prompts Wormwatcher to apologize;whether he would succumb to that in this current state or not is anyone's guess. At least Gigglepaw is here, too, to try and bring some sort of harmony to the quickly gathering crowd. "You've got a lot to get used to." Sympathetic eyes blink at Wormwatcher, considering his new fatherhood. "Rainbowkit is more of a mother's boy, is he?"
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[Wormwatcher]

Pupils dilate as the exasperated tom realizes the brown kit he snapped at had been Buzzardkit. Wormwatcher's hardened features fall, tail falling against his heels as a shallow sigh escapes tumbles from an agape mouth. "Buzzardkit... I am so sorry..." His own viperous words directed at the innocent kit echoes in his ears. He hardly hears the demand to return the feather the kit had given him, he only nods. '...butt-sniffer!' Hardly a reaction is given to Puddlekit, just a mere look of disappointment- the disappointment is not directed upon the child, only residuals of what he feels towards himself.

Willowburn suggests an apology, stupidly. Of course Buzzardkit deserves an apology for the outburst, the idiotic, obvious advice grants Willowburn a vitriolic glare. Another chirp of disapproval, this time from his very own "son." I've got to get out of here, he swallows back a lump growing in his throat. Not only does the kits he has grown to care about, through their shared history of abandonment, but now his... kin?

"Move," Wormwatcher grunts weakly in reply to Gigglepaw's kind-hearted inquiry, sauntering past the apprentice with his head lowered. He only pauses when he notices Mirepurr has come to see what the chaos is about, stopping in his tracks with a miserable expression upon his features. 'You've got got a lot to get used to.' "Yeah." Wormwatcher mumbles, casting a quick glance over his shoulder to the kits and Willowburn. "...obviously."

'Rainbowkit is more of a Rainbowkit is more of a mother's boy, is he?' Mirepurr's very, very accurate observation sends another burst of irritation through the blue cat, this time shown through his ears flinching backwards. The topic of Maggotfur's kits... a sensitive one. He weakly seethes, "Something like that." Of course they're more in favor of their mother, maybe all kits inherently know when someone is just a fraud. Wormwatcher nods apologetically to Mirepurr before pressing by the lilac tabby and rushing out of camp; he will be back once he's cooled down a bit.

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• //worm is outta there folks
  

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